Another note.

[Ruibarra]

A soft tune echos through the wind as the Bloodpaw sails over the waters as it makes its way to Trisfal Glades, the notes seem to mourn a loss of someone or something a rather emotional piece as he leaves the Crow nest

Blades lays propped up gaze out into the waters as his continues his soft song lost in thought. Be a year since me last visit to the Undercity... Be a year since I had last saw Vail... Be she remember me? Or be the rot finally get ta 'er? She tol' me tha' she would of came if me weren' such'a failure with out a dream.. tellin' me ain' gonna find'a nother ship, that the dead don't sail...

Blades spat at the ocean and growled his song slowly growing to an agitated sound. She be the one tha' gonna look stupid na' me foun'a ship...and I ain' a failure... oh she be gettin' what be comin' to 'er...

Blades chuckles loudly before a loud Twang is heard. "Damn it, be me fifth string this week..." He shakes his head setting the lute aside to stare out at the ocean. "Be comin' Vail..."

[Ruibarra]

The waves crash against the boat as the Bloodpaw sailing through the waters going to bootybay. "Ge' 'em sils tied down you ninnies! What'er you waitin' for? Winta'?!" Blades climbs down the mass onto the deck looking around at the crew flailing to get everything tied down. A growl escapes his lips as he storms over to a new sailor, "Oi! Who 'ell taugh'ya ta tie?!" He takes the rope tieing it properly before turning to the man on the wheel. "We be on course aye?!"

"Aye Blades! The waters will not hold us down!" came the call from the man on the wheel. Blades turned to look at the sky as the cloud cried over them. "Vail I blamin' you fer this one..."

A couple of months back.

The Bloodpaw docks in Trisfal Glades

"Jonoth I will return after the 'our, need to see a lass." [/color[color=#FFFFFF] Blades climbs down the plank onto the deck taking off into the dead land. The undead idly strums his lute as he make his way into Brill. The man walks into the inn almost storming in his glare lands on the inn keeper. "'ere the hell is Vail?!" The old innkeeper lifts his head with a frown "Vail? Went off to the void not long ago, Why does it matter? Who are you?" The undead blinks. "Why does 'et matter? You mean it does not matter on the girl I lived with, died with, -bonde' wi'...." The man frowns with a grunt. "Righ' Names Drak....'eres 'er thin's?" The innkeeper blinks "Ohhh your the lad she talked about? They are up in the room to the left she did not have anything but a letter but I suppose it was for you" Blade nods his head taking his leave to the staircase to go retireve the letter.


The door opened with a creak as the dead pirate moved into the room, his eyes were set on a letter. It smelled of her perfume when she lived, or did she smell like that? Bah Rot must be getting to him. He opened the note to read it.

*"Drak, you sorry son'v'a'b***h! You left! Well..at least you said good bye and if you didn't come back was because you proved me wrong..guess so, ah well live some lose some now I need ta tell you something since I am damn well into the void anyway. You lute playing sticks and you smell undead...well only one of those yo ucan help but heh, do fer meh lad, don't quit living, hell you were already living for the both of us, I did take the sea like you did when I came back I thought it wasn't for me. I was wrong but oh well whos counted on how many times I am wrong eh? Jus' never die or I will kill you when your ass is in this void you hear me?! Ah well...I love you Drakonivon..be safe....Vail."*

Blades looks at the paper before folding it up and tucking it into his jerkin, he coughs walking back down stairs nodding to the innkeeper as he walks out, as soon as he meets the stale air of the outside in brill he pulls his lute back out, the song starts and the note seem to mourn a loss of someone, a very emotional piece even though the player has no emotion to his face as he walked back to his ship in silence.